9791/Digging the Dirt

Digging the Dirt
Date of Scene:	27 October 2019
Location:	Hyperion Hotel (Apartments), Los Altos
Synopsis:	Done.
Cast of Characters:	Angel, Rave

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Angel has posed:
It's half ten at night. Angel's out here pacing the courtyard, and ever since Fred got taken he's made it his job to ensure the Hyperion is safe. All the while being a PI, too. He's pacing in the moonlight, glancing at the door every so often then the pathway out to the city as if expecting trouble. He's got a sword across his back, and a crossbow in hand.

Rave has posed:
Late night, moonlight? It was the usual time for Rave to be out and about. It wasn't that she wasn't a fan of the sun, far from it in fact...but there was something about the nightlife that just suited the neon speedster a little better. That and well...she'd taken the time to finish her 'day job' out at the club putting on a show and now she wanted to run! Most people would probably avoid a place like the Hyperion, twisted and aging as it is...but the blue-haired girl wasn't like most people, curiousity had drawn her over enough to want to peek about.

Angel has posed:
Angel has many, many reasons to hate daylight. Chief among them...he's a vampire. And he's watching everything with his enhanced senses. He's well aware of everything going on in the night. He's definitively aware of it all. Sure, the Hyperion may be old. But, it is home to he and Angel Investigations. Angel moves, revealing the sign to anyone nearby then stands as still as the statue in the night. He's a lot to think (and brood) on.

Rave has posed:
One didn't have to be the most observant person in the world to spot the glowing blue and pink streak of light that crosses the city, headed for the hotel and then...up it. Running up the wall at speeds that even gravity couldn't protest to, a joyful whoop came from the 'bluenette's lips as she comes to rest at the top of the building and digs her phone out of her jacket inner pocket to snap a 'selfie' before she's headed back down. Not a vampire, not a demon, certainly...strange.

Angel has posed:
Angel holds up a hand as if telling Rave to stop. Yeah like he's a cop or, or, something. He's watching with a mixture of curiosity, and despair. How much will this cost to fix up the hotel now. Great. More repair work needed if she's broken anything. Still though he looks over the streak and looks just a little jealous, though hides it well. Shaking his head Angel takes a step toward the hotel, watching it then her.

"So" Angel says. "You're out for a run. up and down my hotel? Most people just use the stairs. You had to be different" he says. There's no malice in his voice. There's a hint of something dark, mixed with curiosity and amusement, too. Not every day somebody runs up and around the /outside/ of the building he lives in, really.

Rave has posed:
There doesn't seem to be any damage, she was fast...but not that heavy and not going so fast as to rip up surfaces from acceleration alone. When the man with the sword and the crossbow steps out in front of her, the blur skids to a stop revealing the young woman. Between her skirt, boots and the jacket worn over what actually looked to be some sort of mesh shirt, the girl (rather accurately) looked more like someone who'd been out clubbing than any of the known speedsters, something strange in itself. She pauses, blinking a little and straightening up as she looks over Angel.

"Different is kinda my thing..." she begins before gesturing with her hand. "What about you? Halloween is still a couple days away, or are you trying to go a little 'old fashioned' in your security of this place?"

Angel has posed:
Angel is quiet for a moment with a quiet look as he gestures to the sign that's taped there and he looks to it then to Rave. "Working. Bur nobody's wanting my services right now. So I'm out here, reflecting on life" he says simply. Like that'll make sense. Still though Angel nods. "You're out for a run. I'm out here thinking" he says. Or, brooding, "And we crossed paths. So. What've you been up to?"

Once an investigator....always one. Angel's keeping notes on people 'just in case'. He's also holding on to notes in case things come up, so he can refer back to them later.

Rave has posed:
"Working?" she repeats, those faintly luminescent eyes flicking down towards the weaponry once more and then a raise coming of her eyebrow. "As a...?" she trails off, clearly leading him to try and fill the question before she shrugs to the answer of his own. He hadn't even asked her name and was questioning so casually, yet the young woman simply seemed content to give the shrug and answer. "Livin' a little. Had a good night, thought I'd finish it off having a bit of fun and add another pic to the collection," she grins, gesturing towards the rooftop. "I try to do one or two a night, otherwise I run out of buildings too quick."

Angel has posed:
Angel fills the blank with 'private investigator'. Not that it explains the sword and crossbow. But he doesn't want to freak her out by adding vampire hunter in the mix. Looking to the roof, he smiles a little, a flash of fangs for amoment. "So. You run up buildings. Get pictures. Run back down?" he asks, moving to smooth the sign over a little as he talks.

Rave has posed:
"Among other stuff, yeah. It's pretty popular with my followers and all," A shrug and a gesture to the phone she still held in her hand, the blue-haired woman grins. "I though private investigators were supposed to be all...trench coat, hat and noir-y...a little more Dick Tracy and a little less...Van Helsing?" Of course, leave it to the distracted speedster to look away at the wrong moment and miss the flash of fang. Otherwise she might realise how close to the mark she had been.

"Isn't the whole hotel a bit much? Most people would just go with an office..."

Angel has posed:
Angel doesn't say a word to the Van Helsing comparison. Instead...he stays quiet listening. "So. Urban photographer. Got it" Angel says simply and looks to the phone with a derisive sneer. he and technology don't get along any. Far, far from it. The extent of his technology's an old fasioned phone. Fred gets to do all the high tech stuff. Cordie, too. Oh they tried to teach him to use a computer. It worked...of a fashion, but Angel much prefers pen and paper and hard copies. Though he understands the world's moved on. "I don't use a phone like yours" he says pulling an ancient 1990s era phone out of his pocket. It's indestructable. Gotta love Nokia for that one, they built phones that Angel couldn't throw and break when brooding. Perfect for him. "My employees though, they got tech" Angel adds. "They live and work here. It's not just one office. We all got our own bits of the hotel" he says. That answers the 'why the hotel?' question. "Would you like to come on in?" Angel adds and motions toward the door. "I'm the only one up tonight, everyone else is asleep or working"

Rave has posed:
"Lets go with that," Rave laughs, gesturing to herself. "It's more like advertising, sharing cool stuff to drum up interest and all." The old phone? That has her blinking and tilting her head. Sure there were plenty of underground types who like to go a little more 'clasic', buuut... "Wow, I think that thing might actually be older than -I- am." There's a shake of her head, but it's one of amusement rather than refusal before she's left blinking.

Common sense (and more than one movie) does suggest walking into a creepy hotel with a stranger you meet at midnight wasn't the best idea...but then none of the people in those movies had the same gifts as Rave herself. "Hell, why not? Wouldn't be the strangest thing I've done this week."

Angel has posed:
That has Angel curious. "What is the strangest thing?" he asks, and heads for the doors slowlly giving her room to talk and move with him. He's done strange thingss. GOing off to chase a lead isn't strange. THat lead being a vision? Kind of puts it up there as he barely has to touch the doors for them to open. He's inside the doorframe and turns to face her. "So, who are you?" he asks. "Just a photographer who likes getting on roofs and taking pictures of the city?"

Rave has posed:
"The strangest thing?" Rave pauses, tilting her head to the side as they walk. She wasn't all that concerned about her safety, but then super-speed is a big confidence booster. "I mean...I saw a car that turned into a robot, met a guy who was all swashbuckler-y like that Scarlet Pimpernel movie...and that's not even the half of it." A shrug, she digs into her jacket pocket for a moment. It wasn't a business card she was offering to his question, instead a pack of gum is offered his way before she takes a stick for herself. "Rave," she offers with a gesture of her free hand. "I suppose I'm a musician, DJ, singer and...there's that whole thing with the super-powered crime fighting. That tends to come up now and then."

Angel has posed:
Angel nods and steps into the lobby with a tilt of his head. Looking over he turns and heads more into the lobby. Thanfkully, it's quiet. It's very quiet, as Angel finds a chair and sits in it, hands in his lap as he relaxes a little bit. THe sword is in his lap as is the crossbow too, as if Angel can protect the hotel from a chair.

Rave has posed:
Into the lobby Rave follows, looking around with a blink as she assesses the insides. "So you just...have an entire hotel around here to just hang around in between work? I mean...how do you afford it? My dorm was crazy." A little 'pop' is made by the bright pink bubble of her own piece of gum before she folds her arms under her bust. "Do you just get big payouts or is this one of those inheritence things?"

Angel has posed:
"I got funds, and this place is cheap" Angel admits. yeah, it's cheap and falling apart day by day more like. Angel watches and nods. Having not taken the gum, Angel points to a trash can in the corner. "Gum goes in there. Because. Fred and I are not, ever, spending nights cleaning up gum. It goes in the trash" Angel says. Priorities, "Dorm. You went to school. So. This is going to sound cheesy. But. Are the movies accurate?" Angel asks. "One of our cases that made the paper involved a school, and it was....interesting" he says. The lack of movie antics were a blessing.

Rave has posed:
     "Still going...kinda," Rave shrugs, chuckling a little and gesturing to herself. "I mean, some are accurate, some are really not. Depends which bit you're asking about....there's a lot of movies out there." The quick instruction about the gum, it gets a nod and a grin before she blows another bubble with a 'pop' and then begins to walk over to the trashcan. "PI's in a school with crossbows and swords? Is this one of those 'Zombie Cheerleader' things?"

Angel has posed:
Angel looks pained. "No" he says quickly. "It's more...group of PIs in a hotel that was haunted" Angel says. Well aware of the irony that, well, that's a movie idea in itself, really. Still he nods at her putting the gum in the trash as he settles behind the desk and begins sorting through papers, before looking to Rave. "Trust me. If there were zombies here. You'd know about it"

Rave has posed:
Weirdly enough, Rave actually glances over her shoulder with a nod, pulling the chewing gum from her mouth and flicking it into the trash before she makes her way over towards one of the seats and lounges against it, leaning against the back. "I've actually seen...kinda zombies. At least I think that's what they were. Shambly, rotting and trying to eat me. They were way too slow, but...creepy." Another shake of her head and she raises one hand, tracing a finger through the air and leaving a faintly glowing trail in the shape of a classic 'heart' in her wake for a few moments before it winks out. "They weren't laserproof."